I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

"Weasels? The ones that ran away?"

The wailing ghost with a big mouth... or rather, the general's ghostly face revealed a thoughtful expression.

Then, as if remembering something, he turned around and asked, "I remember those weasels are quite fertile, aren't they?"

"General! Yes, we killed over a hundred that day and ate them for a long time!"

The paper-armored ghost soldier that was speaking stuck out its long tongue and washed its face.

His saliva flows like a torrent!

"We were just worried about not having any blood offerings to take back as a report. Alright, these are the ones. Oh, and let those little demons we just recruited go into battle too. The ones who survive will be added to our ranks. Take them with you. If our Black Mountain Lord really wants to come to the mortal world to develop, these little demons will be our capital for survival! Don't just spend all your time hanging out with female ghosts! Understand?"

The general was in a good mood and, unusually, offered a few words of advice.

The two paper-armored ghost soldiers in front of them nodded.

They've all fallen so low as to become ghosts; there's nothing they can't understand now.

There were twelve ghost soldiers like these two brought from the City of the Wrongfully Dead, while this time when General Sang left the city, he brought eight more.

Why are there whole and odd amounts? Of course, it's because they were worn down when passing through the Yin-Yang rift.

Although the Tree Demon Granny, a demon capable of communicating between Yin and Yang, served as a guide, most of them were still lost when crossing the boundary between Yin and Yang.

When they set off, they brought with them a hundred ghost soldiers of the level of fierce ghosts.

While thinking, he put on the full set of paper armor that was placed beside him, leaving only his big mouth and a pair of eyes that flickered with ghostly blue flames.

They are regular ghost generals under Lord Black Mountain, and they will become Yin gods in the future!

They're not like those country bumpkins.

This paper armor was made by Lord Black Mountain using aged incense ash from the mortal world combined with Black Mountain stone. The one he was wearing was even crafted by Lord Black Mountain himself, making it a true magical artifact.

Against ordinary opponents, this is nothing short of a crushing defeat!

It drifted out from the graves; at this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Although it was morning, there was not a trace of dawn light; instead, the darkness of dawn lingered, making it appear extremely gloomy under the shroud of morning mist.

It seems as if even God is helping them.

General Sang exhaled a gust of cold wind, and countless pairs of blue and green eyes appeared in the distant, indistinct dense forest.

Like lanterns, they hang all around, rising and falling.

Eight well-trained paper-armored ghost soldiers escorted a group of fierce-looking wandering souls forward, along with a group of lesser demons affected by the yin energy.

Every face was filled with resentment.

These are all demons and ghosts gathered along the way and in the surrounding areas, some of whom have already pledged their lives to serve Lord Black Mountain.

But some of them still carry a bit of unrealistic fantasy.

"It's alright, let them go first and find out what's going on the other side. I remember that weasel; that auspicious burrow is its training ground. Last time, I beat it so badly it ran away with its tail between its legs, and we couldn't catch it at all! Now it's back, it must have something to rely on, so we have to be careful!"

"The general is wise!"

General Sang listened to the sycophantic nonsense from his left and right sides and burst into laughter.

The mouth, which occupied most of its body, let out a deafening wail.

The ghostly sound spread outwards along the fan-shaped outline, throwing many of the weasels that were directly in its path into chaos, and even causing them to shed tears.

Before long, several of them started fighting each other.

At this moment, a huge weasel, panting heavily, came up to the disciples and their followers and let out a really stinky fart.

The overwhelming noise even drowned out the mourning cries of the general opposite.

However, this also allowed the opposing General Sang to lock onto his target.

"Haha, finally decided to give it up?"

General Sang opened his blood-red maw, his blue face and fangs tearing at his cheeks.

He didn't see any change in the weasel; on the contrary, its aura had weakened considerably, as if it had experienced some kind of enormous depletion.

"Heh heh, you evil spirit, your death is imminent, what else is there to say!"

The weasel stood with its hands on its hips, completely unconcerned about its exhaustion, instead radiating excitement.

Nonsense! You'd be exhausted if you pulled a cart all night with a several-thousand-pound stone pagoda on it!

If it weren't for its strong build, it would have been lying on the ground long ago.

However, it was all worth it!

Those two immortal masters are not far away. As soon as this evil spirit makes a move, it will be his death!

However, after uttering those harsh words, the weasel was overjoyed, waiting for the evil spirit to attack.

But things did not go as he had imagined.

The arrogant General Sang suddenly stopped, a look of surprise and uncertainty crossing his face.

This weasel wasn't this tough before.

Could it have really had some extraordinary encounter?

General Hesang was considered a cultured man in the City of the Wrongfully Dead, having read the popular folk tales circulating in the mortal world.

Many of the main characters in the story received the inheritance of ancient immortals and great demons in remote and hidden places.

Could it be that this smelly weasel, with its shifty eyes, is actually blessed with good fortune?

The general remained motionless, as did the weasel opposite him, resulting in a stalemate.

An awkward silence fell over the scene.

"General, why don't we let them go first?" The ghost soldier stepped forward and pointed to the group of demons who were being used as cannon fodder.

"Um!"

General Sang nodded almost imperceptibly, his aura constantly locked onto the weasel opposite him.

Meanwhile, the ghost soldiers began shoving the demons and unlocking their chains.

And it was at this very moment that a sudden change occurred!

"Woof!"

A dog's bark echoed all around.

It was in front of the paper armor ghost soldiers that, among the group of captured monsters, came a very ordinary dog ​​demon that couldn't even speak properly. It rushed out and started tearing at the ghost soldier!

This roar was like the starting gun; General Sang quickly opened his mouth and spat out a terrifying stream of Yin energy.

Not to be outdone, the weasel summoned many other weasels behind it and began to use the same trick again, launching a terrifying stench attack.

The instigator, the dog demon, stared intently at the ghost soldier covered in paper armor.

His demonic power was not strong, but he could precisely tear apart the opponent's soul.

However, the longswords wielded by the ghost soldiers, formed from yin energy, were not merely for show; one strike, two strikes…

It pierced the dog demon's back and abdomen hard.

In an instant, a foul-smelling, dark brown blood gushed out.

These blades, tainted with a subtle corpse poison, were enough to paralyze this low-level dog demon.

However, the dog still didn't let go; its eyes had bulged out of their sockets from the pain.

His teeth fell out from the immense force, and his fur and body were torn apart by the horde of demons that swarmed around him.

However, he still did not back down, filled with piercing hatred and unparalleled determination.

But it was all in vain; he had exhausted all his strength.

Is that all?

The dog demon looked at the blood-red world, and suddenly, he saw a bright color in the distance, different from the surroundings.

A voice seemed to ring in my ears—

"What's your name?"

"Wangcai!"